Harumph.
So this morning I awake to a sore throat. It bodes poorly. It will be a massive sore throat. I can just feel it. You know the kind? Laryngitis will strike. Sinuses will be inflamed. Breathing is something you notice because everything is so completely flooie in your head. Swallowing, of course, sucks...hurts too.
So, being a member of MENSA, I asked myself, "Self, how could this have happened? We almost never get sick. Why, we are virtually bulletproof!" I pondered. Then that wonderful reality check struck.
Except for the last couple of nights, sleep has been secondary. From Sunday through Wednesday I managed to get an average of four hours a night. The last couple of those days, I was awake for almost thirty six hours straight. Compound that with the stress from all the "transition" that is my life at this point and you might have a reason. Then, add a dash of the obvious. I just started work in a hospital.
Yes, I wash my hands. I keep my coffee cup clean and away from patient rooms. Nevertheless, germs are agressive and opportunistic buggers. I got germs in spite of my best attempts to be germ discriminatory. I wonder if my property values will go down.
And, it would seem, that I am punchy and nonsensical. Excellent. So, today I will venture to the hospital, go to Morning Report where the pastoral issues from the previous evening shifts are read to us, and venture to employee health. There I will make an appointment to get yet more vaccinations and see if someone will look at my throat to make certain that I have not cought the plague.
This may be a momentary glitch of nothing. A couple rounds of vitamin C and a saltwater gargle clears up a lot. Then again, the beginnings of strep could put a damper on the wedding. Sigh.
Y'all have a great day. I plan on it in spite of this mess. It is 60 degrees and the breeze is blowing. It is good sleeping weather. Perhaps I'll grab the remaining 30 minutes I alloted myself...deo volente.
Posted by tripp at September 17, 2004 05:31 AMSo, I worked all summer at that same hospital with some of the sickest people there (MICU) with some of the most dreadful diseases and I caught not one hint of even the sniffles. BUT - put me in a room of 3-7 year olds at my new job at St. Augustine's Church directing Children's Chapel and I've caught something from the little buggers the first week! Astonishing - I hope you feel better soon brother.
-R
Posted by: Ryan Whitley at September 17, 2004 12:41 PMOh, poor Ryan! But you're right-- there are no bugs more determined, more contagious, than those contained in a room full of munchkins.
Posted by: Jane Ellen at September 17, 2004 05:37 PM